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tramitem_log2020-07-05 12:19 pm
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July Support Group
Who: OPEN (Including to all the new characters who app throughout the month)
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: There are meetings at various times during the week, whatever works for your character between 8 am and 10 pm
Where: There are meetings at various locations around NYC, whatever works for your character
Rating/Warnings: We ask that players put appropriate warning labels in the subject lines of their threads as they become necessary
There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts, muffins, bagels, and cookies; coffee, lemonade, water, and because one of the Different asked for it, hot chocolate. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all.
Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending.
The space is a local rec center. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. Maybe they are reminiscent of the public school you attended in your youth?
Why are you here? Curiosity? Maybe the Bureau official will say something that will help you make sense of things? The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food.
How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience.
What: Bureau Run, Non-Mandatory Support Group
When: There are meetings at various times during the week, whatever works for your character between 8 am and 10 pm
Where: There are meetings at various locations around NYC, whatever works for your character
Rating/Warnings: We ask that players put appropriate warning labels in the subject lines of their threads as they become necessary
There’s a generic spread of food on a table off to one side of the room: donuts, muffins, bagels, and cookies; coffee, lemonade, water, and because one of the Different asked for it, hot chocolate. Maybe you’re hungry enough to try it—it’s free after all.
Or maybe you can’t stomach anything, given the event you’re attending.
The space is a local rec center. The beige-painted cinder block walls and the fluorescent lighting are a terrible combination. Maybe they are reminiscent of the public school you attended in your youth?
Why are you here? Curiosity? Maybe the Bureau official will say something that will help you make sense of things? The meeting was interesting—who knew there were so many people like you, receiving memories of a past life? The group was led by someone from The Bureau—the Department of Medical Services. Some people are staying in their chairs and chatting—they must know each other from previous meetings. Some of them are gravitating towards the food.
How do you feel about tonight? Has it helped you come to terms with the dream of memories you’re having? Maybe it’s time to talk to others, get an understanding of their experience.
July 13th and some days after [cw: mentions of magically hurting children]
Sure, knocking away arrows and building a magical barrier was all fine and good, but using his magic to breathe fire at someone... Or causing Teekl to grow into a vicious beast... Or straight up electrocuting other kids...
What am I? Was he? Is he? Elliott's freak out about possibly not changing their fates in this world, it really pushed the boundaries of Clarence's own emotional stability.
Anyone looking on will probably notice that a slim, mostly-black clad teenager with a plate of untouched donuts in his lap is just sitting there. Still in the circle of chairs just... staring into space.
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"Here, drink this. You'll feel better."
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He accepted the cup and took a sip. He let it set for a moment, then took another sip, realizing he actually was pretty thristy.
"Thank you, um..." He didn't recognize this Different, but it seemed like their numbers were growing daily. He smiled guiltily. "Sorry, didn't catch your name during the whole 'introduce yourself' moment."
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Very slowly, pronouncing. "It's all right. Not many people can catch my name. I am Lan Wangji. You can call me just Wangji. It's Chinese." He explains. "I'm used to remind people, so I get that a lot."